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Was there a touch of spring? |
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Did she have a pink dress on? |
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And when she smiled, her shyest smile |
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Could you almost touch the warmth? |
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And was it your first love, a very precious time? |
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Was there the faintest breeze? |
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And did she have a ponytail? |
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And could she make you feel ten feet tall, |
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Walking down the grassy trail? |
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Was it your first love, a very precious time, time? |
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Now they got me trying to define, in later life |
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What her love means to me |
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And it keeps me struggling to remember, my first touch of spring. |
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Was there a touch of spring, in the air? |
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And did she have a pink dress on? |
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And when she smiled, her shyest smile |
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Could you almost touch the warmth? |
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Was it your first love, |
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A very precious, very precious, very precious time, time. |
